semantic satiation: look at a word or hear it over and over and over until it stops looking like any thing of any sense. becoming any random collection of syllables any old snarl of letters: love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love till meaning slips away. water evaporating from your hands before contact is even made. a shiver at the edge of your sight, disappearing before the movement to turn begins. matches that don't want to be on fire, covered with wax; you wanted them water proofed. staring into your own pupils watching them contract and then dilate until they are no longer any part of you. until they could swallow you whole. gilt edges framing your face- not your face, anymore.
if you practice this enough you stop being afraid. or fear takes longer to arrive. at least it looks different when it gets there, love.
This is a work in progress, so I'm accepting constructive criticism. A new poem. I've just edited this more, so it looks a bit different then when i originally posted it.